First Person: [Far be it from Nikola to find himself in odd places. Quite honestly, ‘odd places’ are the only places he ever finds himself in, but what makes this one ‘odd’ is that he can’t remember actually getting here. Sure, he’s taken his fair share of train rides to bizarre locations all over the world, but this one is almost reminiscent of home. And by ‘home’ he doesn’t mean Serbia, he means England in the 19th century. Classy, yet somewhat outdated in its fundamentals.
Adding to the List of Strange Things, he is quite certain the watch he is now holding in his hand was not there prior to his arrival. Curios piece of technology this is. Not only because it’s a pocket watch that just seems out of place, no, because it’s a pocket watch with functions of a modern-day smart phone.
He flips it over and over in his hands, examining the smooth surfaces and features. Skillfully, he activates the video feature as he steps off the train and into the station.]
Well, this is new. [His voice has a touch of an accent you can’t quite place and a musical lilt giving it an interesting quality.] Let me take an educated guess, [He begins, looking up from the watch’s screen and scanning his surroundings. It’s clear the wheels are turning in his head as he takes in every sight, building, and tree.] If I’ve been given this lovely little toy with all the capabilities of a cellular phone, but not a phone, it would seem this is someone’s way of mass communication. Probably with the population of this grand little city. [He places a finger to his lips in thought. When he moves it away to speak, the movement is fluid and graceful. This man is the epitome of eccentric.] So tell me, little birdies, why have I been kidnapped? [He holds up a hand quickly, to stem the tide of responses before they can even happen.] No, wait, I can answer that one. It’s obviously for my intellect. Not that I blame you, really. If I were you, I’d kidnap me too, but let’s be real here… Do you really think you can hold me against my will?
[As if answering Tesla, the train pulls out of the station, leaving him there to stare blankly at the vacant tracks. So, anyone actually watching his network video might notice he is now pouting. Thank you very much, Ruby City.] …well. I guess you can. [And with that little bit of humiliation, he snaps the watch shut.]
Third Person: Nikola Tesla, vampire genius and smart-ass extraordinaire, found himself wandering the halls of the Sanctuary in distress. For the thirty-fifth time, he keyed the walkie and spoke, "Helen, this little game isn't funny anymore." His tone had gradually gone from light and jovial to irritated and finally what it was now, somewhat frantically worried. He couldn't find her, she wasn't answering her radio, and even her hairy assistant was clueless as to her whereabouts.
Tesla brushed by her lab again, glancing inside as he'd done ten times already in the span of an hour, when he decided to actually enter and perform a more thorough search. To his enormous relief, there was the woman in question, tucked away in a far corner with her head down on a table top. He smiled fondly down at the sight and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Helen," He waited for her to lift her head, blinking blearily, before he continued. "I think your bed might be more comfortable."
"I think you might be right." She replied, pealing a page of test results from her cheek.
"Wonderful! I'll join you!" Tesla chirped and clapped his hands together with a mischievous little grin.
This seemed to take a moment to register in Helen's groggy mind before she rolled her eyes and said his name, sharply clipped in warning. She couldn't help the small smile on her lips, however.
The Vampire didn't seem discouraged by her tone in the least. When was he ever one to be discouraged by Helen Magnus? He held out a hand to help her to her feet and used his hold to steer her towards the door when Henry and Biggie ran past before backtracking.
"You could have called." Henry griped, crossing his arms, facing off with Tesla. Behind him, Biggie grunted and nodded his agreement with the HAP.
"Oh, my apologies. I didn't know I had to inform the kids. I'll be sure to give you a call next time, Heinrich." Tesla quipped back, smiling toothily and gracefully danced past the pair with Magnus in tow.
"Nikola--"
"Oh, don't worry, Helen. I'll kiss their foreheads and tuck them in for you, you needn't worry." He cut her off and smiled brilliantly in her direction.
"What?" Confusion bloomed across her features. "No. I meant, I am perfectly capable of finding my bedroom on my own, thank you."
"Suit yourself. But I'd still be more than happy to keep you company in--"
It was Magnus' turn to cut him off, holding a hand up. "Goodnight Nikola." She turned from him and continued down the hall, leaving him standing there grinning.
Re: [CANON] NIkola Tesla || Sanctuary || Reserve || 3 of 3
[Far be it from Nikola to find himself in odd places. Quite honestly, ‘odd places’ are the only places he ever finds himself in, but what makes this one ‘odd’ is that he can’t remember actually getting here. Sure, he’s taken his fair share of train rides to bizarre locations all over the world, but this one is almost reminiscent of home. And by ‘home’ he doesn’t mean Serbia, he means England in the 19th century. Classy, yet somewhat outdated in its fundamentals.
Adding to the List of Strange Things, he is quite certain the watch he is now holding in his hand was not there prior to his arrival. Curios piece of technology this is. Not only because it’s a pocket watch that just seems out of place, no, because it’s a pocket watch with functions of a modern-day smart phone.
He flips it over and over in his hands, examining the smooth surfaces and features. Skillfully, he activates the video feature as he steps off the train and into the station.]
Well, this is new. [His voice has a touch of an accent you can’t quite place and a musical lilt giving it an interesting quality.] Let me take an educated guess, [He begins, looking up from the watch’s screen and scanning his surroundings. It’s clear the wheels are turning in his head as he takes in every sight, building, and tree.] If I’ve been given this lovely little toy with all the capabilities of a cellular phone, but not a phone, it would seem this is someone’s way of mass communication. Probably with the population of this grand little city. [He places a finger to his lips in thought. When he moves it away to speak, the movement is fluid and graceful. This man is the epitome of eccentric.] So tell me, little birdies, why have I been kidnapped? [He holds up a hand quickly, to stem the tide of responses before they can even happen.] No, wait, I can answer that one. It’s obviously for my intellect. Not that I blame you, really. If I were you, I’d kidnap me too, but let’s be real here… Do you really think you can hold me against my will?
[As if answering Tesla, the train pulls out of the station, leaving him there to stare blankly at the vacant tracks. So, anyone actually watching his network video might notice he is now pouting. Thank you very much, Ruby City.] …well. I guess you can. [And with that little bit of humiliation, he snaps the watch shut.]
Third Person:
Nikola Tesla, vampire genius and smart-ass extraordinaire, found himself wandering the halls of the Sanctuary in distress. For the thirty-fifth time, he keyed the walkie and spoke, "Helen, this little game isn't funny anymore." His tone had gradually gone from light and jovial to irritated and finally what it was now, somewhat frantically worried. He couldn't find her, she wasn't answering her radio, and even her hairy assistant was clueless as to her whereabouts.
Tesla brushed by her lab again, glancing inside as he'd done ten times already in the span of an hour, when he decided to actually enter and perform a more thorough search. To his enormous relief, there was the woman in question, tucked away in a far corner with her head down on a table top. He smiled fondly down at the sight and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Helen," He waited for her to lift her head, blinking blearily, before he continued. "I think your bed might be more comfortable."
"I think you might be right." She replied, pealing a page of test results from her cheek.
"Wonderful! I'll join you!" Tesla chirped and clapped his hands together with a mischievous little grin.
This seemed to take a moment to register in Helen's groggy mind before she rolled her eyes and said his name, sharply clipped in warning. She couldn't help the small smile on her lips, however.
The Vampire didn't seem discouraged by her tone in the least. When was he ever one to be discouraged by Helen Magnus? He held out a hand to help her to her feet and used his hold to steer her towards the door when Henry and Biggie ran past before backtracking.
"You could have called." Henry griped, crossing his arms, facing off with Tesla. Behind him, Biggie grunted and nodded his agreement with the HAP.
"Oh, my apologies. I didn't know I had to inform the kids. I'll be sure to give you a call next time, Heinrich." Tesla quipped back, smiling toothily and gracefully danced past the pair with Magnus in tow.
"Nikola--"
"Oh, don't worry, Helen. I'll kiss their foreheads and tuck them in for you, you needn't worry." He cut her off and smiled brilliantly in her direction.
"What?" Confusion bloomed across her features. "No. I meant, I am perfectly capable of finding my bedroom on my own, thank you."
"Suit yourself. But I'd still be more than happy to keep you company in--"
It was Magnus' turn to cut him off, holding a hand up. "Goodnight Nikola." She turned from him and continued down the hall, leaving him standing there grinning.